Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.